TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 30
As much as I loved having it there, I let Jason's cock slip from my throat and past my lips as I sat up in my seat beside him. The sound of the voice had startled me. Jason, for his part, made no attempt whatsoever to cover the flagpole sticking up out of his crotch, letting it wave proudly in the late-morning breeze wafting through the open windows.
I turned my head to see the body attached to the voice and was met with what I can only describe as a smaller version of Jason. The young man was bent over, his forearms leaning on the window frame, his head and upper body framed against the morning sunlight. His black hair was trimmed short on the sides and back, but longer on top and properly gelled so that it stuck up in rigid little spikes. His eyes were milk-chocolate brown, shaded by black eyebrows and lashes. His bulbous nose looked as though it had met a few fists in its day and leaned slightly toward his left cheek. His smile was bright and white but his well-tanned face looked dirty from the dark stubble on his cheeks and chin and neck. He was one of those guys who always looked like he needed a shave. He definitely had the look of a sportsman about him.
He had a tatoo on his left biceps - a small, colourful dragon with its head biting at his shoulder and the claws digging into his upper arm. The long tail twisted and turned, wrapping itself under his arm and disappearing beneath it. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his black underarm hair was clearly visible to the world, slightly moist from his sweat. A patch of short, black hair spread out from the base of his neck and down his chest, spreading out as it grew toward his pecs, surrounding them in a shadowed mat. He was quite muscular and it was obvious that he worked out, but I guessed that it was more for his sport than for looks. I suppose it would be better to describe him having a well-toned and well-honed look.
I could smell him from where I sat. Not that he reeked of BO or anything. It was a manly smell which can't be disguised with sweet-smelling soap or shampoo fresh out of the shower.
I glanced quickly back at Jason, who was grinning at me, then back at the newcomer. Jason clearly recognized the look in my eyes.
"Man," he said, "you are one lucky dude!"
"Which one?" I asked.
"Both! Him for having that log between his legs and you for being able to chow down on the whole thing."
"Well," I said, "if the bottom part of you is anything like the top. . ." I left the sentence unfinished. "Could you stand up for a second?"
He did, and his crotch filled the window. I wasn't disappointed. His blue T-shirt was tucked into the waistband of his cut-offs. His shorts weren't really tight, yet they bulged with the promise of tantalizing surprises inside which swelled even more as I looked.
He bent down again, propping himself against the window frame as before and flashing that brilliant smile once again. "So, did I pass inspection?"
"Hop in," I told him.
"Oh, man, I'd give my left nut to join you, but I'm meeting a buddy of mine. I don't have time even for a quickie."
"Bring him along," Jason suggested. "Scotty here will take care of both of you."
The new guy shrugged his shoulders and the dragon looked like it was trying to give him a hickey. "I don't know if he's into this shit."
"Won't hurt to ask," Jason said. "I'm sure whatever you guys planned to do, getting a blowjob would be a lot more fun."
"Damned straight!" the newcomer exclaimed, showing me that bright smile once more. "We're just going to hang out and play video games." He looked past me at Jason's cock, still waving in the breeze. "Shit!" he said. "Fuck the games! If he doesn't want to go along, I'll go by myself." He looked to his right, up the street in front of us. "He's just a few doors up. I'll go ask."
"Take your time," Jason said. "We're waiting for a friend of ours."
"Does he suck, too?"
"Only with a Hoover," Jason replied. "He's our live-in housekeeper."
"Live-in housekeeper," the young guy repeated as he gave Jason's old car the once-over. "Yeah, right!" Boy, was
he in for a surprise! Then his eyes turned to me. "You'll do. Hell, you're prettier than most of the girls I've gone out with."
"Thank you."
"Man, those eyes of yours," he added with a half-smirk. "Do you wear contacts?"
"Nope. They're all mine."
"Shit." He looked past me at Jason once again and shook his head. "You lucky son of a bitch." He leaned away from the door, grasping the frame with his left hand while his right hand shifted the T-shirt around to cover his swelling crotch. "Don't you guys leave without me. One way or the other, I'm going with you."
"We'll be waiting," Jason promised. "Scotty's got a job to finish here anyway."
The guy slapped the frame with his palm, flashed us a wide grin, and said, "Be right back."
As he began to stand up and turn, I bent over Jason's crotch again, sucked his cockhead into my mouth, and began making the loudest sucking sounds I could make.
Jason shouted, "Hey!"
A moment later, the voice came through the window. "Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
"Chuck. My friend's name is Ren."
"I'm Jason. This is Scott." Jason lovingly patted the back of my head as I continued sucking his cock.
Behind me, the guy whispered, "Shit," then, with a desperate plea in is voice, said, "Please don't leave with out me!" There was another slap of a palm on the frame and then footsteps running away from the car.
"You may want to see this, Scotty," Jason said.
I sat up quickly, looking out the front window at the ass which was quickly being carried down the street by the sprinting young man. "Now
that's a football player's ass," I said.
"I know where
he'll be sitting," Jason joked. I didn't see the smirk on his face - I was too busy watching the ass bouncing up the street - but I knew it was there. I could hear it in his voice.
I decided to leave Jason's blowjob until we got home. He wanted his nut then, but I knew it would be a better nut a bit later. So, I sat there in the middle of the front seat of the car and held onto his cock for him, keeping him hard.
"You're going to make we wait, aren't you, Babe?"
"I want him to see what a fun time he has in store for him."
Jason just stared at me, smiling. I melted into his dark eyes and smiled back. "Promise me you'll never leave me, Scotty."
"The only way you'll get rid of me is by throwing my ass off the balcony."
"Only if I can hold you in my arms all the way down." He glanced quickly at my lips then leaned forward to kiss me.
* * * * *
Shawn and James returned before Chuck and Ren made an appearance, climbing into the back seat and dropping James' backpack onto the floor.
"We're waiting for some new recruits," Jason said over his shoulder.
I looked back as well, saying, "They're about your age, James. You might know them. Chuck and Ren?"
A horrified look came over James' face and he moved to grab up his backpack. "Oh, shit. Sorry, Shawn," he said urgently. "I've got to get out of here!"
"Why?" Shawn asked as he grabbed James by the arm. "Do you know them?"
"Too well!" James replied. "We went to high school together. They used to tease the shit out of me because of my ears."
"Relax, James," Jason said. "There'll be no more teasing. You have my word on that."
"No! They won't stop!" James continued. "And seeing me with you guys, it will only get worse!"
"James, please," Shawn begged. "I don't want you to go. Listen to Jason. If he says they won't tease you anymore, you can bet your life on it."
"You don't know these guys, Shawn. They won't stop just because Jason tells them to."
"Oh, yes they will," I assured him. "Jason can be extremely persuasive. And if that doesn't work, he'll pound the shit out of ‘em."
"Trust me, Jimmy," Jason said. "It ends today."
James froze where he was sitting, Shawn's hand still on his arm, his backpack still in his own hand. He looked from Jason to me, then to Shawn, and back to Jason again. "Why would you do that for me?"
"Because you're Shawnie's friend," Jason said, "and Shawnie is family. That makes you family, too, and I take good care of my family."
James sat there in silence. The fear was still in his eyes.
"Trust me, Jimmy," Jason said softly.
James' eyes slowly softened but the trepidation remained. Then he sat back in the seat and let the backpack slip out of his fingers and fall to the floor. "Okay," he said. "I'll trust you." Still, he asked Shawn if he would trade places with him.
* * * * *
"Shit," James muttered from the back seat of the car, "here they come."
We all turned our attention to the front window, watching as Chuck and his friend, Ren, came jogging up the street toward us.
"Just relax, Jimmy," Jason said without taking his eyes off the two young men running toward us. Ren was shorter than Chuck with a European look to him. Spanish, maybe.
"What's ‘Ren' short for?" I asked James over my shoulder, still holding Jason's cock in my hand.
"His last name, ‘Renaldo'," James replied. "His first name is Duncan, I think."
"Like the Cisco Kid," Jason said.
"Who?" I asked.
I didn't get an answer. By that time, Chuck and his friend had reached us and Chuck was pulling open the door as Ren was opening the back door. As Chuck stuck his head in, he noticed James in the back seat near the far window and the funniest look of horror filled his face and he froze in his tracks.
"J-James!" he stammered in his surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm going to visit with my friend, Shawn," James replied. "What are
you doing here?"
"I. . . um. . . I mean. . . we. . . um. . . Ren and me. . . um. . ."
"They're lookin' to get their cocks sucked," Jason answered for him as Chuck's head spun around to stare at Jason. "By a
man. Isn't that right, Chuckie?"
The look of horror on Chuck's face turned to absolute terror. "We. . . um. . . Oh, Christ!" His head whipped back around to James. "You won't say anything to anyone, will you, Jimmy Boy?"
"No, he won't," Jason answered again as Chuck looked at him once more. "At least he won't if you apologize for teasing him all these years and promise never to tease him again. And don't ever call him ‘Jimmy Boy' again. No-one calls him ‘Jimmy' except me. Got it?"
"Yes," Chuck said.
"Good. Now apologize to him."
"I'm sorry, Jim. . ." His eyes flashed for a moment to Jason, then back again. "I'm sorry, James. Please! Please, don't tell anyone!"
"That's begging, Chuckie," Jason said firmly. "I want to hear an apology."
"Christ," Chuck repeated. He was still standing outside the car, but he turned a bit, rested his right knee on the seat, and put his arms on the back of the seat. His friend was still waiting at the back door, bent over to look inside. "Look, James, we're sorry we teased you. Right Ren?"
"Yes," Ren said, speaking for the first time. "We're
both really sorry."
"We didn't mean anything by it," Chuck continued. "Just some harmless fun. I'm really sorry if I hurt your feelings, and I promise never to do it again."
James remained silent for a long moment, holding Chuck's stare, and then he nodded. "Okay," he said and he held out his hand for Chuck to shake, which he did with some urgency.
"Look, man, you're not going to say anything to anyone about me. . . you know. . . wanting a blowjob from a guy?"
"No," James replied. "Besides, it's none of my business
what you do."
Chuck's face relaxed and he actually smiled. "Thanks, man," he said. "I owe you one. Hey, look. You don't think I'm queer or anything because I want a blowjob from a guy or anything, do you?"
"Like I said, Charles, it's none of my business."
Chuck heaved a big sigh of relief and he relaxed even more. "Cuz I'm not a fag, you know."
Jason cleared his throat in warning.
Chuck's head spun around to look at him. "Sorry. ‘Gay'." To James, he repeated, "I'm not gay, you know."
"I wouldn't care if you were," James said.
"But I'm not," Chuck insisted.
"Look," Jason interrupted. "If you want a blowjob, get your ass in the car and quit dickin' around. I'm still waiting for the rest of mine and I'm not getting it until we get home." He turned the ignition key and started the car. Both Chuck and Ren scrambled inside before Jason decided to drive off without them.
* * * * *
"Holy, Christ!" Chuck exclaimed as we pulled into the parking garage beneath our apartment building. "You really live
here!?"
"We sure do," Jason answered him.
"Then why do you drive
this piece of crap?"
"To keep people like you from begging me for money," Jason said. "Now, shut up. You're spoiling my mood."
Chuck shut up until after we'd ridden the elevator to our floor and entered our apartment. "Holy, Christ," he mumbled under his breath. "You could land a
plane in this place."
"Shawnie," Jason said, "see to our guests first, would you? Scotty and I will have a beer."
"Yes, Sir," Shawn replied
"Oh, and make some sandwiches. I'm a little hungry."
"Yes, Sir."
"You really have a housekeeper?" Chuck asked. I was enjoying the look of shock on his face.
"I told you I did," Jason answered. As Jason and I went into the livingroom, leaving the new guys behind so Shawn could see to their needs, Jason began peeling off his shirt. I quickly followed suit. "Before you do anything with those guys, I need a little help, Scotty."
"With great pleasure, Sir," I replied. I fell into Jason's arms and he wrapped them around me as he kissed me. I wriggled my hands between us and began opening Jason's jeans and sliding them off his hips. He wasn't wearing underwear, which made my job much easier.
I reluctantly broke the kiss and slid my way down his hairy chest until I was kneeling before him. His cock was standing out straight and proud once again, but I ignored it for the moment as I untied his shoes, pulled them off, and tossed them aside. His socks and jeans came off next and Jason was standing totally and hugely naked in front of me. His hands came around my neck and pulled me forward. I opened my mouth and let the cock slide inside until my nose was nestled in his pubes.
"Holy, fuck," came a voice behind me.
"I
told you he was good." I recognized that voice as Chuck's.
I was
better than good. I had to be. Jason loved my blowjobs, but this time he wasn't really interested in getting one. This time, his only intent was to blast a load. With that goal in mind, he locked his fingers together behind my head and started rocking his hips back and forth, shoving his cock deep into my throat and then pulling it back out again until only the head was locked behind my lips. Jason could throw a serious fuck into my ass, and now he was showing our new friends how seriously he could fuck my face as well. I could actually hear his balls slapping against my chin.
He was just as loud as he always was, letting me know how good I was making him feel and telling me when he was getting close to busting his nut, but he didn't really have to tell me. His pulsating and swelling cock had sent me that message long before his mouth did.
His hands moved to my hair, his fingers twisting into it and holding me fast has his hips pumped harder and faster. Over and over again, his cock slid into my throat and back out again and I worked my tongue and lips and cheeks and suction power to suck the cum right out of his balls.
His final groan of ecstasy began somewhere deep in his chest and rose to his throat and out of his open mouth, filling the room with an animal roar as he pushed his cock in one last time and held me there, pumping his cream deep inside me.
I didn't have to swallow. His cream slid down my throat with ease.
After the third blast of jizz, though, he pulled out a bit, shooting the rest of his cream onto my tongue so I could enjoy it more and do some major sucking so
he could enjoy it more, too. Jason's knees began to buckle and his incredible body began to sink to the floor. I grabbed his hips and followed him down without losing my lip-lock on his cock until he was flat on his back on the floor and I was kneeling between his legs.
One good thing about making Jason wait before he cums - his orgasms just go on and on. It's like two loads in one. Not that I mind, of course. I can handle as much as he wants to give me. Finally, his cock stopped pumping and I stopped sucking. His hands fell away from behind my head and to his sides, but I kept my mouth were it was, letting his cock grow soft inside me as I teased the last, stray drops of cum out of it by running my tongue up the tube beneath his meat.
I felt Jason move and looked up his body to his face. He was looking at me over his still-heaving chest, then he clasped his hands beneath my armpits and pulled me forward on top of him, wrapping his arms around my back again and kissing his thanks to me.
When we finally remembered that we had company, we turned our heads to the side. Ren had his hand over his crotch, his palm slowly massaging his cock through his shorts. Chuck wasn't quite as discreet. His shorts were open and his hand was shoved inside his underwear and slowly stroking his cock. I guess he was too excited to be shy about it.
"Oh, man, that was hot!" Chuck said. "I've never seen a guy get a blowjob before."
Ren agreed with him. "Neither have I."
"Which one of us are you going to do first?"
I rolled off Jason and stood up, toed off my shoes and undid my pants. "First things first," I told them. "Get those clothes off."
Both Ren and Chuck scrambled to get out of their clothes. "All of them?" Chuck asked.
"Nothing but skin," I told him.
Chuck was taller than Ren and he had a long, thin cock. Ren was shorter and stockier, but he was also hairier, and it was light brown to match the longish hair on his head. He kept his crotch hidden by his hand, though. When they were both naked, I instructed Chuck to sit on the floor and spread his legs, then I told Ren to stand in front of his friend, his feet on either side of his legs, and to sit down between them. Ren did so, still holding his hand over his cock and pressing it straight up against his belly. Chuck, on the other hand, leaned back on his hands, his cock standing up long and strong, waiting for a pair of lips. Even after Ren was sitting on the floor, his legs bent and on either side of his friend's hips, he kept his hand where it was.
"Come on, Ren," I told him. "Move your hand."
He stared at me with a sort of shy sadness in his eyes. He glanced quickly at Jason, then back at me again. "I've still got my skin," he said quietly. "And I'm not very big." He glanced at our crotches. "Not as big as any of you guys, at least."
"So?"
"I didn't think you'd want to do me because I'm not. . . you know. . . cut."
I thought Ren was just shy. I hadn't realized he was so self-conscious about his foreskin that he was afraid I wouldn't want to suck it. Worse, though, I got the feeling that he was afraid that he would be rejected. I knelt beside the two friends and put my hand on Ren's wrist, lifting his hand away from his body. His cock certainly wasn't big, and he certainly wasn't cut, but it was still a beautiful cock. I held it in my hand as I bent over him, opened my mouth, and sank his cock into me. Above me, I could hear his sighs of pleasure.
I bobbed my head a few times before pulling away from him and looking him in the eye. "Delicious," I smiled encouragingly, and he smiled back at me. I leaned back and added, "Now, scoot your bum forward."
Ren shifted himself forward a bit but was careful to avoid any physical contact with Chuck.
"Come on, Ren," I ordered. "All the way. Cock to cock. Balls to balls."
"Why!?" Chuck asked, a look of shock on his face.
"I can't suck you both off at the same time when you're
that far apart." I said.
I wish you could have seen the expressions on their faces.
To Be Continued